It had been ages since I’d done something just for me. Tonight, instead of diving into work after Evie fell asleep like I usually did, a bubble bath sounded like the perfect escape.
LEXI
You can’t tell me which handsome man to fantasize about.
JONAH
So, you agree I’m handsome then?
I held back my smile. He was still flirting with me. Even after I’d hung up on him.
LEXI
Oh, you should hear the other words I call you.
JONAH
I’ve settled in. Pray tell.
I could just picture him. For all I knew, he would have his hand in his pants while I was texting him.
LEXI
What do you mean by settled in?
JONAH
I’m on my couch at home. The lights are dim, and …
He was calling me. Again.
I answered it and continued speaking as though we’d been on the line the entire time. “Well,arrogantcomes to mind, but I’m pretty sure you love that word.”
“I love anything you call me in that soft voice of yours right now,” he said. “Keep going,” he said, his voice rough, and I could imagine he was in a state of half undress.
“Are you touching yourself?” I whispered, locking myself in the bathroom. I remembered how big he was. How huge his shaft was on the one night we’d actually slept together.
“How close are you?” I asked as his breathing grew heavier.
“I’m picturing you,” he said, his voice coming out gruff, “naked. So, of course, I’m close.”
Oh God. I hadn’t forgotten how good he looked naked, either. His breaths were harsh and fast, and I knew I didn’t have much time left until he’d come.
“Well then, you’re a prick, an asshole, and a jerk, all rolled into one, Jonah Walkers,” I said clearly into the microphone before hanging up.
I sank back against the toilet seat, my heart pounding. I’d just called him a variety of names and hung up. Oh God. He’d better not fire me for this.
A minute later, another photo came through, only of his face and torso this time. He was in his bathroom, naked of course, and he looked smug, his torso revealing a sculpted six-pack. God, he was delicious. His muscles were defined, his skin sun-kissed, and there were a few stray grays that only made him more irresistible. He sat with an easy confidence, none of the exaggerated posing younger men often fell into.
My hand drifted to my neck, fingers absently rubbing the back of it as I stared at the picture, wistful and far too aware of the warmth spreading through me.
And then I saw the caption.
JONAH
Remember this? Well, you’re not getting any, Ms. Sassy Pants.
Argh. I almost tossed my phone across the room.
